Truth, just the unalduterated truth! About ten or twelve years ago, I had a house on a golf course in Scottsdale. I was in the pool one Saturday afternoon when I noticed a friend of mine who ran the pilot shop at Scottsdale Airport, where I bought most of my pilot and aircraft supplies, was teeing up, along with his wife. We waved, and he seemed a bit surprised to see me. On the following Monday, I was at the airport and went in to buy some charts or smoething, and he said "You're single, aren't you?" I replied in the affirmative. He said something to the effect that he was sure of it, because a wife would never let a man park sport cars under the rear patio, and now he knew how I could afford my airplane.
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